At first, there was only darkness. Hisoka struggled not to give in to the tempting darkness and warmth that surrounded him. After what felt like hours, he felt calm. He willed himself to wake, but failed. Whatever was keeping him asleep wasn't natural. He shifted, and could feel that his wounds were healed, but he had no memory of how he had gotten them. All he remembered was a burning pain and a face he once knew.
Fujisawa… Yes… he remembered now. Fujisawa was the name of the boy at the Catholic school he and Tsuzuki had to go through. He made threats on the boy, of some sort, and he had a dangerous look to him. Apparently, he died, but then, why would he remember him? Hisoka has only been at the school for a short period of time, so how would the dead boy be able to remember and target him? How was he even alive? These were things that the boy thought of as he was forced to remain in a state of almost-consciousness.
After a long while, Hisoka began to notice how quiet it was. Before, he would hear Tsuzuki and Watari, and then just Tatsumi, but now there was nothing. He was beginning to feel dangerously relaxed, and he wondered what was happening. Was he under some sort of spell? It must have been… he was warm and content; he could fall asleep with no trouble. However, whenever he considered resigning himself to sleep, he feared that he may never wake up.
Then, he heard a noise whispering in the back of his mind. It wasn't one he recognized right away, and so he concentrated on finding out who was calling him. Soon, though, he wished he hadn't, as the voice of Fujisawa became very loud, causing his mind pain. The dead boy was calling to him, slowly trying to control his mind and body, and when he tried to fight the feelings, Hisoka yelled out, as if he had been struck by lightning. He shifted in the bed for a few moments before he caught the slight sound of something shattering on the outside and then rushing to him to hold his body down to the bed, firmly. He thought he heard a comforting voice speak to him, then, but then it faded, and the pain returned.
Hisoka was tossing and turning and his skin tingled and burned. He could feel his curse coming to life, dancing on his skin like flames of darkness- like Touda's flames. He would have shivered at that thought, had the pain had not already been unbearable.
In an instant, Hisoka went silent, feeling as if his soul had been broken. He was still slightly conscious, but he couldn't feel anything. He saw Fujisawa standing above him, holding his hands over his shivering form as a puppeteer would. Then, Hisoka's energy left him, and there was a bright flash. He felt the warth of his friends and his partner by him for only a moment before it faded away, and there was nothing but cold and pain and a lingering numbness.